When someone plans a wedding
And the venue’s out of doors,
There most often is a back-up
Just in case it rains or pours.
If there’s not, it’s rather daring,
Like a gauntlet has been thrown;
Will the gods take up the challenge
Or leave well enough alone?
So the wedding I attended,
In the evening, on a roof,
Was a testament to chutzpah
And the party was the proof.
Though a rainy week preceded,
It was glorious and dry,
With a breeze to stir the senses
And a sunset in the sky.
As we watched the glowing couple,
Filled with love we all could see,
We just shook our heads and marveled
At the absence of Plan B.
Mother Nature gave her blessing
So we danced and dripped with sweat,
Feeling giddy with relief
That we weren’t soaking wet!